Three Line Tales: Amnesty

photo by Ashim D’Silva – click here for a bigger version

photo by Ashim D’Silva – click here for a bigger version


‘Right. And this all came in over the last twenty four hours?’ he said, staring down at the heap. ‘I get the scissors – even the knives. But a tomahawk?’ He shivered.

‘I guess we should be grateful that the weapons amnesty has been so successful. That all of this isn’t still in the general population,’ said the deputy unconvincingly.

‘Yeeees.’ He looked down at the blades, the shimmering scalpels – the hacksaw. ‘Only, I don’t know about you, but I actually feel less safe now than I did before. Anyway,’ said the Head, pulling his eyes away from the disturbing armoury and his whistle from his top pocket, ‘I better go. I’ve got playtime to cover.’


Written for Sonya at Only 100 Words’ Three Line Tales. See the lovely pic, write a little tale. See here for full Ts and also some Cs and to read the other tales.

31 thoughts on “Three Line Tales: Amnesty

    1. Thank you 🙂 A truly terrifying – and wonderfully random selection of sharp objects that made me think of weapon amnesties and then for some reason schools. Weird brain 🙂
      Just read yours and left a comment – cracking tale, Jane, truly.

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    1. Haha! Glad it made you laugh. I’ve seem some seriously unpleasant behaviour from primary school kids (my son used to have a girl in his class who would clear the room with her furniture throwing antics) so I’m sure a few could put that tomahawk to use! 🙂

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      1. It’s scary that so many children are packing weapons, but gallows humour makes up a part of my shell – and anyway, I think you wrote this with a wicked grin on your face 🙂
        About the tomahauk, my brothers and I could have put that to good use when we were playing splits (it’s a great game where you throw knives near the feet of the opponent) and I wanted to try it with a tomahawk 🙂
        Happy days… 🙂

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      2. Haha! Why do I know you’re not joking about ‘splits’? Good lord – lucky none of you are now called Stumpy … Yes, definitely written with a grin, though armed children is a terrifying prospect. Glad you’ve still got all your toes 🙂

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      3. What makes you think I have all my toes? 🙂
        We had an even better game, called Robin Hood and Little John. Two opponants stood on a five bar gate, and trie to knock each other off. No-one ever played it with us more than once. When Paul was about fourteen he and I used to play, and one day he sent me flying so far that I bounced and landed on a jagged tree stump some way off. It terrified him, until I started laughing. I got up, hurting like hell, and challenged him to another round, but he refused. For some reason , after that he wouldn’t play no matter how I begged him 🙂

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      4. Wow! It kill or be killed in your family, isn’t it? This is amazing and if you wrote it in a sitcom every one would think it was too far fetched! Robin Hood and Little John – I can see why your brothers loved that. Poor Paul. You must have scared the living daylights out of him 🙂

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      5. He was terrified and mortified – it was hilarious 🙂
        Seriously though, I think our games were healthy. I learnt how to balance, and how to fall safely if I did fall. I knew how far along a branch I could walk before it would break. Of the five of us, I was the wildest – I must have been the wildest child in school – and in some ways it has stood me in good stead, although sometimes in my adult life I’ve been blind to danger, and that hasn’t done me any favours.

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      6. There’s something to be said for being able to judge risk as a child so you don’t have all that learning to do as an adult. My son has climbed trees, monkey bars , made dens and so on since he was tiny now he cycles through the city to and from school. I wonder how kids manage who don’t do those things and are driven everywhere.

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